Dear Diary,
today's the day. The Date Day. I feel as though it's been on my mind for weeks even though Freddy only asked me out yesterday. And it feels like weeks since I spoke to Mom.
But I can't just forgive her for refusing to let me date. After all, I'm not going to follow her stupid rules. I'm going with Freddy tonight. Mom will just have to let me go. She can't physically stop me. She can't weld the front door shut and keep me locked up forever. Especially since she'll be at work until five o, clock tonight which gives me plenty of time to sneak away and leave a brief note for Mom.
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"Katie, you're going to be late!" Mom called from he kitchen. I sighed, shutting over my diary. I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen to have breakfast reluctantly.
As soon as Mom caught sight of me walking into the kitchen, she stared at me, her mouth open wide as if she was about to speak.
Okay, I'd put on make-up for school. Not just plains tuff, real make- up like mascara and lip gloss and plenty of eye make-up. And I'd worn my hair differently too. Usually, I have my long dark hair tied back very plainly. But early this morning, I sneaked Mom's hair curlers from her bedroom and curled my own hair. I liked it so far but I wasn't sure whether it suited me at all.
"Katie, what have you done to yourself?" Mom shrieked, starring at me. Great, I though, just the reaction I wanted.
"What do you mean Mom?"
"Your hair! The Make-up!"
"Oh, I just felt like a change."
I was grinning widely now. I knew I'd got to Mom and that was a great feeling of revenge.
"Oh, I see. You're trying to impress this boy. Well you can forget it, you're not going!"
"To school?" I said, being deliberately stupid.
"No, on this date!"
"I think we've established that Mom," I said, still grinning from ear- to-ear. I liked to see Mom acting so dramatic over silly things.
"I mean it Katie, I'm not letting you go to the movies tonight!"
"Sure Mom, see ya!" I cried before grabbing my schoolbag and dashing out of the door. I was halfway down the street before I stopped skipping. Not only was I going on this date but I was going to have a great time, nervous or not.
I met Summer when I reached class, just on time. She also stared at me just like Mom had done. It was a matter of milliseconds before I spilled out the whole date-thing to Summer. I'd just gotten to the part about this morning with Mom when I heard voices behind me.
"Hey Katie! You look great!"
I spun around, smiling and blushing, hoping to find Freddy. But oh no, it was Zack. He was standing with Freddy and Freddy was blushing, his hands in his pockets, scuffing the floor with his feet. I saw Zack nudge Freddy, urging him to compliment me. I just stood there, twisting a lock of hair around my finger and staring at the floor.
"Yeah, um, I like your hair," said Freddy, his voice so quiet I hardly heard him. Summer nudged me, just like Zack.
"Er.....thanks."
"Hey you guys, you're not exactly acting like a couple!" said Summer, gesturing to the seniors standing beside us, kissing against a locker as if they'd never kiss again.
I think at that moment I turned the same colour as the bright scarlet lockers.
today's the day. The Date Day. I feel as though it's been on my mind for weeks even though Freddy only asked me out yesterday. And it feels like weeks since I spoke to Mom.
But I can't just forgive her for refusing to let me date. After all, I'm not going to follow her stupid rules. I'm going with Freddy tonight. Mom will just have to let me go. She can't physically stop me. She can't weld the front door shut and keep me locked up forever. Especially since she'll be at work until five o, clock tonight which gives me plenty of time to sneak away and leave a brief note for Mom.
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"Katie, you're going to be late!" Mom called from he kitchen. I sighed, shutting over my diary. I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen to have breakfast reluctantly.
As soon as Mom caught sight of me walking into the kitchen, she stared at me, her mouth open wide as if she was about to speak.
Okay, I'd put on make-up for school. Not just plains tuff, real make- up like mascara and lip gloss and plenty of eye make-up. And I'd worn my hair differently too. Usually, I have my long dark hair tied back very plainly. But early this morning, I sneaked Mom's hair curlers from her bedroom and curled my own hair. I liked it so far but I wasn't sure whether it suited me at all.
"Katie, what have you done to yourself?" Mom shrieked, starring at me. Great, I though, just the reaction I wanted.
"What do you mean Mom?"
"Your hair! The Make-up!"
"Oh, I just felt like a change."
I was grinning widely now. I knew I'd got to Mom and that was a great feeling of revenge.
"Oh, I see. You're trying to impress this boy. Well you can forget it, you're not going!"
"To school?" I said, being deliberately stupid.
"No, on this date!"
"I think we've established that Mom," I said, still grinning from ear- to-ear. I liked to see Mom acting so dramatic over silly things.
"I mean it Katie, I'm not letting you go to the movies tonight!"
"Sure Mom, see ya!" I cried before grabbing my schoolbag and dashing out of the door. I was halfway down the street before I stopped skipping. Not only was I going on this date but I was going to have a great time, nervous or not.
I met Summer when I reached class, just on time. She also stared at me just like Mom had done. It was a matter of milliseconds before I spilled out the whole date-thing to Summer. I'd just gotten to the part about this morning with Mom when I heard voices behind me.
"Hey Katie! You look great!"
I spun around, smiling and blushing, hoping to find Freddy. But oh no, it was Zack. He was standing with Freddy and Freddy was blushing, his hands in his pockets, scuffing the floor with his feet. I saw Zack nudge Freddy, urging him to compliment me. I just stood there, twisting a lock of hair around my finger and staring at the floor.
"Yeah, um, I like your hair," said Freddy, his voice so quiet I hardly heard him. Summer nudged me, just like Zack.
"Er.....thanks."
"Hey you guys, you're not exactly acting like a couple!" said Summer, gesturing to the seniors standing beside us, kissing against a locker as if they'd never kiss again.
I think at that moment I turned the same colour as the bright scarlet lockers.